Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

Chapter 216 Self-Cultivation of Love Tribulation (21)

The hall of the City Lord's Mansion for receiving guests is very spacious, with luxurious furnishings everywhere.

The man sitting on the carved chair looked very young, with handsome features, elegant and free-spirited like a scholar.

Lazily, he picked up the white porcelain cup, which looked very expensive at first glance, and skimmed the foam off the tea.

Ling Chan had no expression on her face, she just watched with cold eyes.

This is not the city lord's mansion, but the appearance of the city lord's mansion transformed with formations or magic weapons.

After all, the City Lord's Mansion managed by Bai Ruisong was close to poverty, and the Duobao Pavilion was empty but there were not so many treasures.

And the person in front of him is naturally not a living person.

Should it be a piece of soul?
After waiting for a long time, Ling Chan didn't respond, and the man put down his teacup depressedly, "Children nowadays are really rude, and they don't know how to respect seniors at all!"

Ling Chan said: "Senior specially summoned me, what's the matter?"

The man scratched his hair, "Since that's the case, I'll just say it straight."

He is a monk, a fledgling who doesn't know the dangers of the world, and was deceived by Hu Zhengchang, the heinous city lord who committed a heinous crime.

Hu Zhengchang asked him to show Han Shan the hexagram.

There is fog in the cold mountain, which lingers all year round. There are many rumors in the city that there are immortals in the mountain.

Hu Zhengchang asked him to find out.

The monk should help the world, so he naturally agreed, and then found that Hanshan is a treasured place of geomantic omen, which is quite rare.

He was a little tempted, and Hu Zhengchang asked him to stay at the right time, and he half-pushed and half-heartedly agreed.

He thought he was teaching spells in the Hanshan monastery, but Hu Zhengchang used him as a cover to carry out evil sacrifices in the monastery behind his back...

After his body died and his dao disappeared, he realized that this cold mountain in the Paradise of Paradise is a trap, specially used to seduce foolish monks like him!
The soul is depressed and proud, "There are countless victims in this cold mountain. Fortunately, I am a monk who cultivates spiritual consciousness, and I have some skills, so I can secretly leave this section of spiritual consciousness to remind those who come later."

Ling Chan nodded and asked, "The monster that led me here was also done by you?"

"...It has nothing to do with me." How can the soul of a dead person feed monsters?
"These monsters were born because of the evil sacrifice, and they are the by-products of the evil sacrifice. Once released, Hu Zhengchang's evil sacrifice in Hanshan can't be concealed."

The soul said, "You take one away and use it to expose Hu Zhengchang!"

"Hu Zhengchang is dead." Ling Chan told the truth.

"Nice job!" Soul slapped his thigh, his color gradually faded, he looked a little thin, and his originally stable body began to flicker.

It looked like it was about to dissipate.

Ling Chan hurriedly asked him, "Where are my two friends?"

"You'll see them in a minute... don't worry, they're right there..."

When the words reached the critical point, the figure of the soul gradually disappeared.

Ling Chan frowned, took out a talisman, and asked, "This talisman can temporarily store your consciousness so that you will not dissipate. Are you willing?"

Most of the soul's body has disappeared, leaving only a head, which was nodded with difficulty.

Ling Chan breathed a sigh of relief, and pinched him into the spell.

The moment the soul disappeared, the lobby of the City Lord's Mansion gradually disappeared, revealing a dark temple.

At the top, a gigantic statue of gods and demons was carved on the mountain wall, with half of its body sticking out, tilting its head to stare at the comer, one eyeball was bigger than half of Ling Chan's head.

The corners of the slightly raised mouth were about to smile or not, and there was a gloomy and cold air.

Under Ling Chan's feet, the weird formation shimmered.

A white shadow emerged.

It has no face, no torso, and no hands or feet. It is just a mass of white mist. When it appears, it calls out for help with a high voice: "My lord! Help me!"

(End of this chapter)